I mock her again. “You’re not human, you are a magic dud. But you do so love to play pretend.”
A mane of red hair flips up and away from her face as she straightens. Her eyes are bright with excitement.Oh yeah, baby can take as good as she gives.
She kicks me in the chest, sending me slamming into the alley wall. I choke out a laugh. “Is this what you really want, little Red? Because I think you’re still holding back.”
“You are a fucking asshole, you know that?” she pants.
“Yeah, but I’m the asshole you want to peg.” I laugh harder at my own joke though my ribs hurt from her kick. The power of her blow surprises me, but I’m almost used to this little redhead giving me a run for my money.
She punches me in the gut over that one, and I laugh breathlessly.
Then she jumps on me, legs wrapping around my hips. I instantly catch the skirt-clad ass under her coat. The tips of my fingers are close to her center and I feel how wet she is.
Red’s mouth descends on mine in a punishing fervor, sending even more blood flowing across my tongue. I’ve never been kissed so thoroughly in my life. She kisses like she wants to eat me whole, while her hips rock furiously against me. “Fuck me,” she demands. “Fuck me, goddammit.”
This. This is the animal I knew she had inside her. Someone who has so much passion that she can’t control it. I know exactly how she feels. She thinks we’ve been fighting, but it’s all been foreplay. But that time is over. I plan to leave her a melted puddle by the time I’m done with her.
I walk us further into the darkened alleyway and push her back against the brick wall. Icy rain droplets spit down on us. Unable to help myself, I pull the hood of her jacket up. To protect her from the rain, or in case anyone walks by and thinks to look down the alley. They don’t get to see her like this. Only I do.
Unzipping my pants, I pull out a cock hard enough to hammer nails. Reaching under her skirt, I rip her panties off, making sure the angle grates across her dripping pussy. She gasps in pain, but her hips rock faster, needing me even more now.
“I said fuck me,” she growls.
At the same time I shove her torn, wet panties in her mouth, I thrust up into her soaked entrance. Her eyes go wide. We simultaneously groan. Fuck she is so tight and wet, I’m in danger of losing control immediately. Red’s hips jerk and rock as she immediately starts to ride me.
Fuck, fuck, no, it’s too much. She's too goddamn delicious and our bout of violence already has my blood pumping too hot. I need to slow down, or I’m going to lose it too soon. I need to be in control enough to make this last. My fingers dig into her hips with bruising force in an attempt to still them, but she’s relentlessly trying to hump me.
She could easily spit out her own panties, but they remain in her mouth, eyes closed in equal parts ecstasy and need. My dirty little Red, riding me like a girl possessed and tasting her own desire.
She slides up and down my cock twice more before she shouts through the fabric.
“Jesus, fuck, witchtits,” I moan as she tightens and clamps around me.
Keep it together wolf, show her you can handle this.
Getting control of myself while she writhes and comes on my cock, I pull the panties from her mouth and shove them in my back pocket. I’ll need those later.
As soon as she sags against me, that’s when I get going. I slam my hips up into her with relentless force. I dip down and catch that exposed nipple ring in my mouth and tug at it with my teeth.
I’ve had to hold back my entire life with females, but with Red, I don’t have too. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was a werewolf herself. But I know that’s not possible. Not with how she smells and what I know about her family.
In seconds, Red’s shuddering and coming around me again. Warmth and pressure spike in my balls, and I know I’m moments from blowing.
I want to look at her face. Watch her come. But the shadow of her hood prevents me, her eyes covered in darkness. It’s for the best.
Still, I hunger for it. I crave it.
No, you don’t need her. You don’t need that piece of her.
My hips slam into her one last time as I’m skyrocketed to another realm. There is nothing but me and Red, and the intense sensation of firing straight into her delectable warmth. It’s heaven, but I’m too much of a sinner to deserve this.
The heat of the moment ebbs away, and we are left panting in the darkened alley. I still can’t see most of Red’s face, so I don’t know what she’s thinking. Slowly, she unwraps her legs from my waist and I set her down. The only sounds are a police siren in the distance, a dog barking, and the rustle of our clothing as we readjust them. Out of her warmth, I’m cold. Too cold. Something in my chest hurts.
Finally, she asks. “Do you feel better now?” There is an eerie calm to her voice, and I don’t know what it means.
Do I feel better? She’s the one who needed to get off so badly. I was simply helping.
Even as I construct the thought, it doesn’t settle right.
